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“Should’ve left you in the fucking rain, Valerie.”
My heart cried out in agony. My chest collapsed and my mind braced for the final blow that he was about to give. This was it.He ruined me with his kiss, but he would massacre me with his words.
“Need you to get away from me now, baby,” he said with an earth-shattering gentleness.
“Denver,” I rasped, my voice trembling.
“Go back to house,” he ordered, dropping his hand from me and taking a step back. His broad chest heaved as he kept his eyes on me.
“Please, we—”
“You don’t get back in that fucking house, I’m going to fuck that gorgeous body until your throat is raw from screaming my name,” he growled.
My nipples pebbled again as wetness pooled between my thighs. I didn’t move.
Denver shook his head, chuckling again. “This isn’t a game, Val. I had to get away from you. I was one second away from pinning you down, spreading your legs, and ruining that sweet cunt.”
I whimpered.
“You can’t handle a man like me, baby,” he sneered, turning his head away from me. “Too delicate. Too wonderful for a man like me.”
“Ruin me,” I begged as if he hadn’t already. He had. Denver Langston ruined me for everyone else.
His head snapped back to me.
He didn’t give me a chance to think about it.
He didn’t ask me if I was sure.
Those two words set himoff.
The barrier collapsed, the chains broke, and he wason me.
I was against the wall again, his hand at my neck once more and his other hand was snaking under my nightie.
“I’m going to make you regret those words. You’re about to see the monster inside of me, Enchantress,” he promised, yanking the fabric of my undies. With two vicious tugs they were ripped from me. Keeping eye contact, he shoved them in the pocket of his jeans. I reached to kiss him, but he quickly grabbed my wrists with a single hand.
Then he turned me to face the wall, my hands behind my back.
Yes,yes.
He was going to fuck me here.Finally.
My cowboy made a clicking noise with his tongue, letting go of my wrists, and then I spun back around to face him. “Keep your eyes on me,” he clipped. I did as he asked, panting lightly. He grabbed my wrists together again with one hand and then reached above me. Heavy, thick rope fell down my shoulder, trailing down to my feet. My eyes dropped to look—his hand was at my jaw, gripping it tightly.
“Did I say you could look?” he clipped; his voice hard. His eyes were dilated with frustration and anger, something I should’ve feared but I didn’t. It just turned me on even more. I shook my head as much as he would allow.
“I should shove you down to your knees and fuck your throat for that,” he growled. “Eyes. On. Me.” I held his eyes as his hands worked between us, binding my wrists together.
“Denver…” I breathed as he tightened the knot.
“Shut the fuck up and be a good girl,” he hissed. Another moment passed, and then my hands were bound, and I was at his mercy. Before I could utter a word, I was pulled from the wall and guided to the saddle. He lifted me up with shocking ease and planted me on it, my bare pussy against the cool leather, my toes on floor. Then, he lifted my arms, and I saw the knot of rope at my wrists. The ropes looked like makeshift handcuffs. He lifted my arms high and then when his hands dropped, I was hanging.
Tilting my head back, I let out a small gasp.I was hanging from a hook.
Denver’s heat was close now, and I dropped my head to find him in my space. My eyes met his, and the second they did, the sound of ripping fabric filled my ears once more. Denver maneuvered the baby blue silk off my body and I was naked before him—on a saddle, hanging from a hook. My breasts felt heavier than normal as they rose and fell with each breath. My body was tingling with anticipation.
Gray eyes raked over my body, and heat rose in my cheeks. I watched him as he moved, his boots hitting the wood of the floor, echoing across the space, circling me. His finger touched the tip of my spine, and as he dragged it down slowly, he whispered into my ear, “You going to be a good girl for me tonight?”
